The renaming of the blog came to me just a few days ago. I'll write about that when I'm a little more awake and with it. Two nights ago, I went to see the midnight premiere of Harry Potter. The movie was great, but the fact that I went to bed at 3 and got up at 830 yesterday...NOT so great.
Yesterday was my friend J's birthday. I'm not going to use full names, but J has pretty much been like my big sister since I moved to my new town. She took me under her wing professionally, showed me the ropes at my new job and was a huge help in my planning last year. We became super good friends, and though she is a few years older than I am, we realized that we are in many ways like sisters. She is an only child; I have a brother. She's the big sister; I'm the little sister. It works out and I am so very thankful that I moved and met such a great friend.
Yesterday was J's birthday. I was up and at em to go grocery shopping for myself and to get a couple of last minute things for her birthday dinner. Our friend who plays trivia with us offered her home to have a birthday fiesta. So, that's what we did. I volunteered to make my brother's guacamole recipe. We had chicken enchiladas, chips and many dips, santa fe rice, cookie cake, and LOTS of margaritas/mexican beer/drinks of choice. It was an extremely fun night and J had a blast, which is the point of any birthday celebration. This is not, however, the purpose of this post.
I joke that my bro is the "golden boy" of the family. He has the grades, athletic ability, and just about every other fantastic quality/gene that our family has (yes, I was the one genetically screwed, but I can deal), including the ability and love of cooking. My mother is hands down the best baker/occasion cook I know. My dad is also a top notch cook. Bro is a superb chef in the making. Me? Not so much to ANY of the above listed things. I hate cooking. I get no joy out of cooking. I think it is a waste of time and it's such a pain in the ass. Take for example, the fact that I chose to make guacamole. When bro makes it, it is absolutely delicious. I made it and it wasn't too bad. But it just did not taste the same as my brothers. And moreso, I made SUCH a mess that I had to take additional time to clean AFTER cooking. Hence, another reason why cooking is just not my cup of tea. My mom asked both J, who also does not cook, and I what we do for dinner if we don't cook. Our response? "We go out." :)
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